Nothing but Quality

I bought my Stanley to bring coffee to work in 1982. Then I was a defense contractor, in California, working outdoors on military hardware. M-60 tanks, UH-1, and Cobra helicopters. We set up force on force battles to test new hardware and strategy. This Stanley of mine lived in the back of a Ford F-250 pickup and did hundreds of miles of serious four wheel drive travel each week. After many years, it started to look like hell. Dents and dings all over, not a speck of green paint left, it took on a dull brown tinge, but it never leaked, never left me without a hot cup of coffee. It had the old style two par pour through lid, that I managed to break & replace several times, but the rest was simply rock solid. One fateful day, it was mistakenly run over by an M1 Abrams tank, fortunately in soft soil. My partner laughed, while I dug it back up with a tire iron, then he stared wide eyed as I proceeded to pour a cup of hot java from its dented but not dead body. I recently took on a new defense job in the Marshall Islands, and had to pare my belongings down to a slim 800 lbs. I made a tough decision to let my old friend the Stanley go. It was too ugly and battered to catch anyone’s eye at my garage sale, so into the recycle bin it went. Just today, I received a new one in the mail. If it is half as good as the one I had in California, I'll be more than happy.
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